Playing a shiny National guitar, Springfield seems to glide through a sunny, Spanish moss-draped swampscape, when he’s not cavorting with a mysterious seductress in a smoky nightclub … or is it all just an absinthe-fueled fantasy? Either way, we in Louisiana welcome the Australian-born star to our milieu.

The “swampscape” is breathtakingly beautiful and he’s got that cool rock star look, as do the band members. So fun to watch.

Did you notice that he looked right at me when he sang “I’ve got a voodoo doll that looks just like you?” (He’s still got that heartthrob rock star vibe, and I still have some of that teen fantasy imagination, sorry, can’t help it.)

I almost didn’t recognize Siggy (the bassist) in that cleric getup. I wonder what the story behind that is.

In other news, specifically on chicagotribune.com, there’s also an update on more upcoming RS work:

He’s also the author of two books; the aforementioned autobiography and a fiction novel called “Magnificent Vibration.” He’s editing a new one hopefully to be released this year, he wrote.